___Death Wish___
Death, it comes so easy,
Just one flick of the knife
Just one pull of the trigger
And all will be alright
I'm sorry to all of you
To all I leave behind
But please know that it's not your fault
I've made up my own mind
I long for Death's dark silence
To swallow me up whole
To take me from this tortured life
To cleanse my corrupted soul
To go somewhere where I can hurt no more
Innocent children
Where I can go to scare no one
Never torture them again.
Severus Snape
Severus read his poem over for the fifth time. That first line was so true, too true. He need only use his straight edge-the one he used to cut ingredients for his potions-to make one incision, and end it all. All he ever wanted was to be understood, but that, he knows, will never happen.
As a child, his family barely noticed that he was there, and then it was only to yell as him and punish him. Then, when got his letter from Hogwarts, he became so excited. He thought that, finally, he could meet someone who would under stand his pain. But, alas, he could not. Sad as it was, he still couldn't find any friends. Still he was alone, still he remained misunderstood. The only difference was that he was that he was no longer ignored; he was instead teased, tormented, and bullied. There was only one up side to being in a school, the studying. Rather than letting the older kids tease him, he quickly learned that if he immersed himself in books and studies, then he could easily ignore he classmates' ribs and taunts.
During his first day at Hogwarts, he was very nervous. As he sat under the sorting hat, his mind was racing with worry. He wanted to be placed somewhere where he could make friends, be noticed, have his talents realized. He would give anything to be accepted. Sensing that, the sorting hat put him in Slytherin, knowing all he could achieve in that house.
Being in Slytherin wasn't easy though. Everyone from the other houses were wary of him, no one ever let him join in their activities. Not only that, but his fellow Slytherins always made fun of him for being so overly studious. The more they teased him, the more he studied to escape their torment, and the more he studied, the more they teased him. It was a terrible cycle, one he could not escape from.
He almost looked forward to Christmas break. The way he saw it, being ignored was far better than the daily bulling and torture he met in school. He was not expecting any presents-he never got more than a trinket or two each year-but at least he didn't have to face the teases, the mocking, the torment. Making sure to bring plenty of homework and "light reading" home with him, he steeled himself for his family.
Death, it comes so easy,
Just one flick of the knife
Just one pull of the trigger
And all will be alright
I'm sorry to all of you
To all I leave behind
But please know that it's not your fault
I've made up my own mind
I long for Death's dark silence
To swallow me up whole
To take me from this tortured life
To cleanse my corrupted soul
To go somewhere where I can hurt no more
Innocent children
Where I can go to scare no one
Never torture them again.
Severus Snape
Severus read his poem over for the fifth time. That first line was so true, too true. He need only use his straight edge-the one he used to cut ingredients for his potions-to make one incision, and end it all. All he ever wanted was to be understood, but that, he knows, will never happen.
As a child, his family barely noticed that he was there, and then it was only to yell as him and punish him. Then, when got his letter from Hogwarts, he became so excited. He thought that, finally, he could meet someone who would under stand his pain. But, alas, he could not. Sad as it was, he still couldn't find any friends. Still he was alone, still he remained misunderstood. The only difference was that he was that he was no longer ignored; he was instead teased, tormented, and bullied. There was only one up side to being in a school, the studying. Rather than letting the older kids tease him, he quickly learned that if he immersed himself in books and studies, then he could easily ignore he classmates' ribs and taunts.
During his first day at Hogwarts, he was very nervous. As he sat under the sorting hat, his mind was racing with worry. He wanted to be placed somewhere where he could make friends, be noticed, have his talents realized. He would give anything to be accepted. Sensing that, the sorting hat put him in Slytherin, knowing all he could achieve in that house.
Being in Slytherin wasn't easy though. Everyone from the other houses were wary of him, no one ever let him join in their activities. Not only that, but his fellow Slytherins always made fun of him for being so overly studious. The more they teased him, the more he studied to escape their torment, and the more he studied, the more they teased him. It was a terrible cycle, one he could not escape from.
He almost looked forward to Christmas break. The way he saw it, being ignored was far better than the daily bulling and torture he met in school. He was not expecting any presents-he never got more than a trinket or two each year-but at least he didn't have to face the teases, the mocking, the torment. Making sure to bring plenty of homework and "light reading" home with him, he steeled himself for his family.